"Alice! Wonderful gloves, and so soft!" said Penelope. "A present from James, they're made from eunuchs foreskins," said Alice.
"Do they shrink in cold weather?" said Penelope, grasping for a design flaw. "I hope not."
"Blanche! Super hat! Wonderful feathers!" "Apparently the male bird only lives for a week, mates, and dies." "If only husbands were that way inclined," Grace sniffed.
Rosie Fortescue-Smythe breezed past the group. She was wearing a fascinator trimmed with unicorn eyelashes and a shawl woven from the pubic hair of ten thousand seahorses.
"Bitch!" said Drusilla. "Looks like Rosie's first past the post again!"